Suga Baby •Sope•

Twenty Four

Hoseok gazed down at Yoongi with eyes narrowed to slits. He wasn't angry, not really. But all that frustration had him ruffled and riled, eager to get into it with anyone who dared. And Yoongi was daring. It was unspoken in his every word, screamed with his every movement. The usually meek and servile man was currently grinding his ass against the two fingers he'd buried inside, unapologetically fucking himself onto them. His hand, still coated in lube and cum, had started slithering up and down his semi-rigid cock as he moaned and mewled and whispered "Fuck me, Daddy." Under his breath, knowing full well Hoseok heard every word.

In truth, that tense, grating feeling had him harder than he'd ever been in his life, all vicious words and brutal hands. Snarling silently, Hoseok abruptly added another digit and splayed his fingers, revelling in the cry torn from Yoongi, equal measures excruciated and ecstatic. He wanted to hurt him, punish him, pleasure him, break him. Something deep within him demanded both Yoongi's defiance and complete capitulation. He wasn't even sure it was about fucking anymore. Although fuck the man, he would.

"Careful what you ask for, Kitten." He admonished, leaning close enough to kiss but choosing to bite instead. "Or I'll be fucking that pretty little ass of yours dry."

Yoongi made an inarticulate sound of grunting pleasure in his throat, the hand on his cock stuttering before jerking harder and faster. "Oh? You liked that idea, pain slut?" He scoffed.

"Yes!" Yoongi hissed the word, thrusting his ass up. "Fuck me dry, Daddy. Make me bleed."

Hoseok reared back a little at the request, scrutinizing Yoongi closely. His mouth was slack but his forehead was tight; the hand not wrapped around his cock was pinching and twisting one of his small brown nipples with such fever it was turning a deep, raspberry red, the other hand was rough and tugging; every breath he took was quick and shallow. He hadn't realised just how deep the man was in his sub space. He carefully slipped a reign on his more brutal urges. Yoongi was in no state to care for his own safety, so it fell to Hoseok to care for him.

"Hands behind you back. Now." He barked.

"Yes, sir." His hands dropped from his body and tucked themselves behind his narrow back. "Done, sir."

In a feat of dexterity that would have impressed Yoongi if he'd been able to see it, Hoseok continued the rough stretching of the man's ass while simultaneously delivering stinging kisses that were more teeth than lips down his already bruising throat and across his chest to the red, swollen nipple and uncapping the lube with his other hand to pour out messily over both his splayed fingers and the pulsating toy. Then, as his teeth clamped down on the tender bud, he swiftly replaced his fingers with the head of his cock.

It was a tighter fit than he had imagined. Yoongi's keening whimpers spoke of his pain and distress, but his hips still moved against Hobi with ceaseless determination. His mouth turned gentle and soothing, suckling and laving his wounded flesh while his hands gripped Yoongi's ass, massaging the soft globes even as he took his weight, bracing his thighs against his boss' desk as he lifted the man onto his cock. He let gravity do its work, controlling Yoongi's inexorable, erotic impalement.

"Fuck!" The sub whimpered, squirming against him in an effort to adjust to Hoseok's full girth inside him. "Hurts..."

"Good." He growled back, his hands finding the junction of Yoongi's wrists and the nape of his neck to hold him tightly in place as he roughly pistoned his hips. "Next time you'll behave."

"Ah, fuck..." The high pitched moan was music to Hoseok's ears. "Fuck!" He choked on his own cries. "More! Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me so hard. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me..." He was almost gibbering with pleasure, his legs wrapping around Hoseok's waist. "Faster! So close."